An olive branch.... thats what Sam needed to send ... A peace offering.
Yet even with this realization, when she sat down, quill in hand to begin she could not think how to start. A sigh left her lips, feather brushing against her cheek. "just start with his name" she murmured to herself and then dipping the nib into the ink she began to write in a flowing elegant hand.
To Earl Samuel. A. Blackmore.....
Dearest Grandfather, I am writting to you now first of all to apolgise...
I know my abrupt departure without even the shortest of notes, must be causing you worry and hurt. Please believe that was never my intention, i was angry and fustrated, and refuse to believe that behaving like a lady means putting up with those who think a smile is an invitation to put their hand up my skirt.
My second reason is to let you know I am well and currently dwelling in myrken wood. I have even found respectable employment, working for Councilar Treadwell as a toymaker and assistant in his toyshop. Please do not worry for me, I have enough to get by and will try to write regularly.
Your Loving Granddaughter
Samariah Erindyl Vildaris.
Quill was returned to its resting stand andsam leant down breath gently flowing across the parchment to dry the ink. Long moments she sat there just staring at what she had written, and then rolling the parchment she reached for the stub of green wax. Carefully she melted it let a large blob fall and then as it cooled she scratched a leaf in it with a thumbnail . A sad smile curved her lips as she rose and went to find a messanger , her mother had always insisted she seal her letters to her grandfather this way, for despite the fact that he had never sent her a reply when she was little, both her parents were sure he read them and quite often opened them before any other correspondance